The body is heavy and held,
Supported by the surface beneath.
Breathing flows naturally.
No need to control it.
No need to watch it.
Each inhale and exhale moves softly,
Like waves folding gently on the shore.
Hands rest.
Arms soften.
Legs release.
Every part of the body feels contained,
As if wrapped in a quiet,
Gentle warmth.
The spine relaxes.
The shoulders melt.
The jaw softens.
The eyes release.
No tension is needed here.
Every cell is invited to rest.
Thoughts float like clouds in a calm sky.
Some may linger.
Others drift away.
They do not need to be followed,
Judged or held on to.
A sense of safety spreads.
Warm and gentle,
Like the softest blanket.
Awareness grows spacious and quiet.
The body remembers how to relax fully.
Sleep may come quickly or slowly.
Either is exactly right.
The night holds all of it.
All breaths.
All thoughts.
All stillness.
Guidance softens.
Spaces widen.
The voice gently fades.
Sleep continues on its own.
Safe,
Supported and steady.
Carried by the quiet night.